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Nick and Ryan -- Chapter 3

He still had his arm around my shoulder.
I kept walking quietly, lost in thought, just
a few blocks away from the frat house.
He said that he knew what I needed.
How could Ryan know what I needed, when I didn't
even know what it was? I felt my head becoming congested with thoughts and knew that I needed a
drink very soon to help me forget. (My
first weekend in college and already I'm showing signs
of alcoholism!) My leg even began to
tingle as weird thoughts were running through my head.
What was wrong with me?
It was then I realized that the tingling I
felt was just my cell phone ringing in my pocket on vibrate.
How stupid was I at that moment?

Noticing that it was my Mom, I took a few steps back from
our rowdy group of freshman to answer it.

"Hey Ma, what's going on?"
(Yeah, I know, you are probably thinking, who says Ma anyway?
I do have a slight Brooklyn
accent, as that was where most of my Italian relatives were from, including my
mom.)

"Nicky, are you okay?
It took you a long time to answer that phone!"

"I'm fine, but I'm out with a group of friends getting to
know the town a bit better." I fibbed a
bit, knowing that she would not like the full truth at all.
But, by going to
this frat party, I was getting to know the town better!

"You better be careful Nicky, and stay out of trouble!"
I could picture my mother's face as she was
both yelling at me and pleading with me to be cautious.

"How's everything going with your roommate?
And did you get your books yet?"
I could tell that she wanted to talk, but I
was getting anxious to rejoin my new group of friends.

"Everything's fine here Mom, really.
I am meeting many good people and am having
fun too. And don't worry, I'll be safe
Ma." I wanted to get off the phone
quick. I was really becoming embarrassed
at this point, as I was the only one out of the 20 of us to be on their cell
phone. And worse
yet, I was talking to my mother! What a
loser!

"I'll give you a call tomorrow Nicky.
BE good and BE safe!
I love ya!"

"Of course Ma.
I love ya too.
Bye."

I quickly raced to catch up with our group again, as I had
stumbled a bit behind while talking on the phone.
Just as I caught up, we stopped outside of a
large, green, shabby looking house. It actually
looked as though it should be condemned.
A shutter was hanging off from the front
window, and some shingles looked like they had been missing for many
years. Another window off to the side of
the house was boarded up, while a large, gray dog was barking
at us from a second story window. People
couldn't actually live in a house like this, could
they? Worse yet, we couldn't
really be going inside?

The crowd seemed to be moving towards the backyard, where
they quickly disappeared down a flight of steps.
Our group continued down and slowly began
entering into the basement. One by one,
we paid the four-dollar admission, received an empty plastic cup to use at the
kegs, and received the big, black, X's on our hands.
This was the fraternity's way of covering
their butt in the event of a police raid.
This way, they could show the police that they had distinguished between
those that were 21 and those that were still under aged.
However, this did not put a damper on your
ability to get a ton of cheap beer.

Once inside, my first goal was to meet back up with my
friends. I was one of the last ones to
enter, having lagged behind to take the phone call.
The bass from a stereo was pumping hard, and
the sights and sounds of the room immediately overwhelmed me.
I felt that the room was sucking me up.
It was a strange feeling that I had never
experienced before. My naivety was
slowly dissipating, as my mind was racing to take it all in.

A hundred people were crowded into the first room, as a keg
was pumping out beer to a group of thirsty freshman.
A large table was set up in the corner, where
people were playing beerpong.
An open doorway led towards a second room,
which was dimly lit by a blacklight.
This was the source of the music.
This is where I needed to go.

I forgot about my friends for a minute as I let the room
overtake me. People were dancing,
grinding, smoking, drinking, and fighting their way through the crowd to get to
the bar - you name it and people were doing it.
Hands and other limbs were touching my body everywhere, as scores of
people rushed past me. I even felt a
hand at my crotch in the short time I had entered the room.
I think I saw it all that night.
A large bar was placed
towards the front of the room, as the DJ was mixing from the back.
The only light at the bar came from a strand
of old Christmas lights.

Just as I was feeling the urge to grab a beer at the bar,
one was being thrust into my hand.
I felt a hand on my back, as Ryan reached
over to give me the beer.

"Drink up dude. We're playing beer pong soon.
I signed us up.
You need to be good and ready to play."
Ryan punched me in the arm again as he said
this, causing me to spill some of my beer down the front of my shirt.
He had to stop doing that!

"Oh sorry bro, didn't mean to do
that! Don't worry, nobody will notice
that huge wet spot on your shirt." He
said to me, grinning. I couldn't help but to laugh.
This kid really had some control over me.

"Hey, don't forget that lacrosse meeting we have tomorrow
afternoon. I don't
want to drink too much tonight. We will
probably be running a bit and practicing some."
I figured that I should at least remind him of this.

"Don't worry about that Nick, that isn't until 1 in the
afternoon. We've got
plenty of time to recover from that!
That's over twelve hours away from now!"
Somehow, Ryan's response wasn't too
reassuring.

After hanging out and talking to people for about an hour,
it was finally our turn to play beer pong.
Now, I had never played this game before that night, but I heard about
it from an older friend from home. I was
quickly learning that college parties were very different from our high school
parties.

For those that are not familiar with the game of beer pong,
it needs to be explained so that its relevance to the
story can be fully appreciated. First,
you start with two teams of two. Each
team receives ten plastic cups, which they then form into a triangle at
opposite sides of the table. They are
set up much as you would set up bowling pins within a lane.
Then, you add about two inches of beer to the
bottom of each cup. Using a ping-pong
ball, the object of the game is to bounce your ball into one of your opponent's
cups across the table. The ball can only
bounce once before landing within a cup.
If you get a ball into your opponent's cup, they have to
quickly chug that cup of beer.
The first team to eliminate their opponent's cups wins the game.
The losers must then also finish any
remaining cups of beer on the table. The
winning team usually continues to play until they are
defeated by another team.
Therefore, you could actually end up playing for hours.
This is exactly what happened to both Ryan
and me. It turns out that we were pretty good, until the alcohol took effect!

We finally lost a game after winning a countless number of
times. In the beginning, we were winning
quickly. The first few teams weren't able to hit more than two of our cups before we
defeated them. By the end, our
opponents' cups were nothing but a blur to me.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to stand up straight.
I knew that I drank too much that night.
By this time, it was beginning to get late
and I wanted nothing more than my nice, warm bed.
Surprisingly, my dorm bed was actually quite
comfortable and cozy.

After we finished playing, Ryan disappeared from the room,
and I found some of my floormates.
(Yeah, floormatesisn't a real word, but we used it often in college.)
We stood there bullshitting for a while until
most everyone was ready to leave. Still,
Ryan was nowhere in sight. I finally
found him off in a corner, lip-locked with girl I hadn't
yet met. Ryan broke the kiss as he saw
me approaching them.

"Hey Ryan, we are taking off now.
I think that we are going to stop for pizza
on the way home. You
coming along?"

"Nick, this is, ah, this is, ah Jenny.
Jenny, meet my roommate Nick."
Ryan seemed very nervous and uncomfortable in
front of me with this girl. For some
strange reason, I felt oddly jealous of her at that moment.

"I'm going to stick around here for a little while
longer. Don't
worry about me. I'll meet up with you
later on in the dorms." He then pulled
me over to the corner slightly, to make sure that Jenny couldn't
hear us.

"Would you mind if I took her back to our room before you
get back? I'm really hoping to hook up
with her."

Before I could comprehend what he said, I just yelled out
"Yeah, sure, go ahead."

"I'm hoping to take care of business before you get back,
but if not, just give us a little time.
I'll try to be quick about it."

Great, I was already being "sexiled"
from my room. I was hoping that this didn't become a regular occurrence.
"Ok, later bud, have fun."

With that, I turned around and walked, or actually stumbled
back to my friends. I drank a lot of
beer that night and was definitely feeling its effects!

Our group had gotten smaller as the night progressed, with
various people hooking up or going off with other people.
As we left, eleven of the original twenty
joined us on our uphill walk to get pizza.
I knew that I would get used to the hills in this town, but it would
definitely take some time. It didn't help that I had drank as much as I did that
night. However, after walking for what
seemed like an eternity, we were standing in front of Paolo's Pizza.
The line was already long, stretching clear
out of the store. It appeared that
people got their food and found a place to sit along the curb to eat.
That was fine with me.
In addition, it now looked as if I had some
time I needed to waste before returning home.

***************

I thought that we wasted enough time, but I guess that I was
wrong. It had been almost two hours since
we'd left the frat party, and still my room was off
limits when we returned. There was a
large X on the wipe board attached to my door.
I guessed that this was the sign to stay away.
If the X wasn't
obvious enough, the sounds coming from our room could have told me to stay
out. Man, were they loud!
As I returned, there was actually a small
group of perverts listening in front of my door.
I thought that this was hilarious.
Anyway, being a good roommate, I hung out in
Alex and Kyle's room next door.
Unfortunately, being right next door, the only thing we could hear was
the sound of squeaky bedsprings. At
around 3:30, both Kyle and I were
beginning to pass out. The squeaking had
not let up at all, so he tossed me his sleeping bag and I passed out quickly on
the floor. I had a bad feeling that this
would become a regular occurrence for me.

It was bright in the room when I woke up.
Kyle was snoring away, but Alex wasn't there. The
clock told me that it was noon.
Shit, I had that lacrosse meeting in an
hour. Sitting up, I quickly realized
that my head was spinning badly. Great,
now I had a hangover too! I carefully
got up, making sure not to fall over and rolled up the sleeping bag the best I
could in the state I was in.
I needed to get into our room, even if there
was still an X on the door. I gave them
plenty of time to have their fun. Plus, we had to be at our meeting in an hour.

I decided to knock first on our door.
There was no answer, nor did I hear people
stir at all. I knocked harder the second
time, but still, I got no answer. So, having tried to be polite, I decided to just go right
in. Being as quiet as possible, I walked
into our unlocked room and saw both Ryan and Jenny lying naked on the bed.
However, they were both
still passed out. It was stifling
inside this room, as a wave of heat hit me.
Moreover, the room reeked of sex.
Being as courteous as possible, I decided that I needed to keep my gaze
away from them. I would quickly get my
shower gear, including shower shoes (a must in a communal shower!) and get
out. But I
still had to wake Ryan up for our meeting, without making it extremely
uncomfortable for everyone. If only they
weren't naked, it would be so much easier.
I could not let him sleep through our meeting
though.

It was too much to think about at that moment, with my head
still swimming from my morning hangover.
Oh well, I decided to deal with that after my much needed shower.

The bathroom was devoid of all life.
I guessed that most people were
still passed out from the night before.
After relieving my aching bladder, I picked the shower on the end and
quickly got in. The warm sprays of water
felt awesome. I could feel the hangover
leaving my body as this invigorating shower got me ready for the day.
(I felt like I was in one of those herbal
essences shampoo commercials!)

Before I knew it, I was as hard as a rock.
Thoughts of Beth came to my mind as I
absent-mindedly began jacking my dick. I
imagined that she was here in the shower with me.
My mind drifted into a dream-like state.
We were together again kissing and pressing
our bodies up against each other. Our
hands were throughout in the exploration of every nook of each other's
body. All of a sudden, that naked image
of Beth pressed up against me changed to a naked image of Ryan pressed up
against me, with his hands all over me!
At that exact moment, I lost control as my body tensed up and I shot a
huge load in the shower. It was one of
those exceptionally intense orgasms, when your knees begin to buckle and your
body becomes weak. I leaned against the
marble enclosure of the shower, trying to regain consciousness.
Both my mind and my body were engaged in a
battle against each other, with neither side becoming victorious.

I was crazy. This was
not really happening to me. I am not
gay. I just couldn't
be. I loved Beth.
We talked about getting married and starting
a family in the future. We went so far
as to discuss names of children. We had
experienced the utmost level of intimacy on countless occasions.
No, I just couldn't
be gay. This was all happening because
of my new surroundings. I was just
having trouble adjusting to my move.
There, I rationalized it to myself.
These strange fantasies would stop as soon as I fell into a normal,
everyday routine. Once classes began
tomorrow, I would be fine. Then, in just
a month, I would see Beth, and all would be great again.

I quickly finished my shower and dried off.
I was starving, but knew that I would have no
time to eat. We had only thirty minutes
to be at the meeting. I went back into
my room and quickly threw on my favorite pair of lacrosse shorts, a white
t-shirt, and my hat. Seeing the light
blinking on our phone, I checked my messages on my voicemail and found that I
needed to bring my lacrosse gear to the meeting today.
I guess that we were going to play
today. That was exactly what I
needed. Sports had always helped me stay
levelheaded. I needed to be on the field
right now!

Ryan and Jenny were still lying naked, in the same position
as they were before. I know, I tried not
to look, but it wasn't that easy.
Jenny was pressed up
close behind Ryan, so only part of her body was exposed.
With blond hair and a pretty face, Jenny was
beautiful. She had those classic good
looks that you would expect to find in an actress.

I couldn't help noticing that
Ryan's morning wood was standing at full attention right in front of me.
This was the first time I got
to see Ryan completely hard. He had an
amazing body. His tight body showed off
his nicely built chest, hard six-pack, and thick dick.
His balls hung low and heavy under his
massive purple-headed monster. He looked
to be around seven inches long, but very thick.
He had the perfect amount of hair around his crotch, including a small
trail that led up towards his belly button.
His powerful, thick thighs led down to his long, muscular legs.
A dark coating of dense hair covered those
sculpted legs. I was quickly rock hard as I realized that I needed to snap out of it and
stop drooling. Yeah, I needed to play
lacrosse. That would set my mind
straight.

I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the hallway.
Whipping out my cell phone from my bag, I
chose to call Ryan to wake him up. I
went into our floor's study room to make the call.
The first time, it just rang until I reached
our voicemail. I called again until this
time, a very hoarse, scratchy voice answered the
phone.

"Yeah?"

"Hey asshole, get out of bed.
We have our meeting in 30 minutes!"

"What meeting?" Ryan responded, still sounding very much out
of it.

"Did you forget about our 1
o'clock lacrosse meeting?"

"Who is this?" Ryan said to me.
He must have had a bad hangover.
He really sounded as if he didn't
know what was going on.

"Ryan, get up, its Nick.
We're going to be
late if you don't hustle. We have
lacrosse practice in thirty minutes. I'm waiting for you in the study room.
Meet me here in 15 minutes.
We can't be late on our first day!"
There, by now he should at least realize
where he is and what he needed to do.

"Fuck, I forgot all about that.
Thanks for waking me up.
I'll meet you in a
few minutes. I just have to take care
of, er, a few things.
Wait for me."

"I will, but don't forget your gear.
We are practicing today after all."

"Ok, later bro."
Hanging up the phone, he had to wake up
Jenny, see her off, and take a shower.

Fifteen minutes later, we were out the door with our lax
gear in tow. Luckily, Ryan brought the
crackers with him that I bought the day before.
We quickly ate the remaining crackers and continued to walk silently to
the gym. It was that awkward kind of
quiet. Neither of us wanted to start the
conversation. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and had to break the silence.

"Did you have fun last night?"
I said to Ryan.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess.
Did you?" Ryan asked me.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun playing beer pong and meeting all
of those people. I drank way too much though.
I think that playing beer pong killed me!"
I was trying to lighten up the
atmosphere. There was this weird tension
between us.

"Yeah, me too.
I was really wasted
last night. Listen, I want to apologize
for what happened. I really didn't mean to kick you out of the room for the night.
I feel like an ass for that."

"Don't worry about it.
I slept on the floor in Kyle and Alex's room.
Kyle gave me his sleeping bag."

"Shit, sorry about that bro.
I'll make it up to ya.
When Beth comes to visit, I'll give you the
room for the entire weekend."

"It was only one night bro.
Really, don't worry about it.
It won't kill me to sleep on the floor for a
night." I tried to change the subject,
as this was obviously upsetting him.

"So, Jenny was pretty hot.
Did you guys have a good night?"

"Yeah, we had fun. I
really don't remember too much from last night
though. It's all still kind of
blurry."

"Well, you made a lot of people jealous last night.
You even had an audience in front of our door
listening in! I think everyone on this
floor and below knows exactly what went on in this room last night!"
I said this to him as I punched him in the
shoulder. It's
funny, but before I came to this school just two days ago, I never punched
anyone just to play around.

"Really, people were listening?
Were we really that loud?"

"Yeah bud, you were.
From the sounds of things, those springs got a good workout last
night. Even with the TV on in Kyle's
room, we could still hear you two.

Now I felt bad. I
thought that I had embarrassed him because he got really
quiet and just looked down at the ground for a little while.
He looked mortified.

"Hey Nick, can I tell you something kinda
personal?" Ryan asked me while still
looking down.

"Yeah, go ahead dude."

"Well, last night was my first time."

"First time for what?"
I said to him perplexed.
It had been my first time for a lot of things too.
It was my first time at a frat party, first time playing beer pong,
first time funneling beer, etc. Yeah, I
did some stupid things that I said that I wouldn't
do. But, as a
good friend of mine always said, "There's a time and a place for
everything. It's called college."
I was now beginning to understand this saying
much better.

"Well, I've jacked off plenty of times, but it was my first
time, you know, with a girl last night.
Please don't tell anyone.
I'm actually
humiliated that it took me that long to have sex.
I feel like I was the last person my age to
have sex.

"Congrats dude! I'm happy for ya.
Was it everything that you imagined it would
be?" I said this to him while I wrapped
an arm around his strong shoulders and gave him a small squeeze.

"Well, it was weird.
I don't know, it was great and all.
I didn't want Jenny
to know that it was my first time actually having sex, so I put on a good
show. It felt great to get off.
It was much better than just jerkin'.
I had been waiting a long time for that."

"Do you like her?"

"From the little I know about her, she's great and a lot of
fun. Plus, she gives awesome head!"
Grinning widely, Ryan punched me in the
shoulder as he said that. Ok, the old
Ryan was coming back. "I'm not sure
though. I might see her again, but I don't know. I just didn't really feel a connection with her or anything.
I guess that she isn't my type."

"Well, I'm happy for you bro.
At least one of us is getting some!
I need to wait another month or so before I
can. I can't wait to see Beth
again!"

"Please don't tell anyone about this though.
I don't want people
to know that I was a virgin before last night.
You know, I have a reputation to uphold bro!"

I assured him that his secret was safe with me, and we
continued on our way. I really was happy
for him.

***********

We entered the meeting room with about two minutes to
spare. It looked like we were the last
ones there, although we were still early.
About forty guys were standing around with
their gear. It was easy to spot the
other freshman, as they were the quiet ones in the corner of the room.
The other guys were
laughing and catching up with each other.
There were guys of all sizes and shapes, but
most were really good looking. It looked
like I was going to be one of the shorter members of the team, standing at
5'8. What I lacked in height I made up
for in speed. I was quick.
Playing right wing attack, I was always the
fastest guy on the team in high school.
I was usually successful in dodging the
defensemen each time, allowing me to become the high scorer on the team.

Just then, the head coach walked in.
Judging by his looks, he was in his
mid-thirties, with black hair and ice blue eyes.
Coach Peluzo was
very good looking, appearing to work out often.
He introduced himself and the two assistant coaches.
Then he laid out the next few weeks for
us.

Since the official lacrosse season was in the spring, we
would be playing "fall ball" until it got too cold.
That meant that we would scrimmage with other
college lacrosse teams in the area, and compete as a club sport until our
season started in March. We would
practice everyday except Sunday, from four until six, with games being on
either Thursday or Friday nights.
Practice would officially begin on that day.
Coach Peluzo also
said that he was assigning us mentors to help us get acquainted
to both college and athletic life. With
that, he brought us into the locker room to assign us lockers.
Strangely enough, Ryan and I got lockers next
to each other. A sophomore by the name
of Chris received the locker on the other side of mine.
Standing at 6'3, he was a tall, light
brown-haired guy with a perfect body.
He was standing in baggy, tan cargo shorts
that showed off his sculpted, hairy legs.
I never saw a guy with so much hair on his legs
before. He also appeared to be very
quiet, not saying two words during the orientation session so far.
He turned out to be my mentor and last year's
highest scorer on the team. When he
first saw me, he just stared at me for a minute.
I thought that I had seen him before, but couldn't place him.

After both lockers and mentors were assigned, we were told
to get changed into lax gear and be out on the field
in ten minutes. I was excited.
I guess that I forgot how much I loved
playing this game and couldn't wait to be on the field
again. Still, my mentor had said nothing
to me except for hi. Ryan was busy
chatting away with his mentor, whose locker was also beside him.
As Chris took off his shorts to put on his jock,
he revealed the hairest ass and lower body that I had
ever seen. Except for a light dusting on
his pecs, and a trail leading up from his crotch, the
hair didn't rise much above his belly button.
Still, I began to feel myself getting hard
just by looking at him.

This was another first.
I had never gotten hard in the locker room by looking at another guy. I had been in
locker rooms for years, never having this problem.
I saw other guys get
hard in the locker room, but it was just one of those things that occasionally
happened. It never happened to me
though. Hiding the bulge in my crotch, I
quickly changed, grabbed my gear, and ran out onto the field.

It was a hot day.
Temperatures were in the mid 80's, which was warm for Western
New York. There was only a
small, warm breeze blowing. I knew that
it wouldn't take long to get sweaty today.
We began practice by running, for what felt
like 45 minutes. I ran closer to the
front of the pack, showing the coaches that I could run well and that I did not
tire easily. Yeah, I was trying to show
off, but you need to on the first day of practice.
First impressions are important.

After running, we worked on passing and shooting for a
while. I was paired up
with my mentor, Chris. Again, he had
almost nothing to say to me. The only
two things I knew about him were his first name and that he had a hairy
ass! The sweat was dripping off of my forehead, as I was really beginning to heat
up. But looking
around, this was the case for everyone.
My white t-shirt was almost transparent as it was just drenched with my
moisture. Ryan was still near me while
he was running drills with his mentor.
His nipple ring was clearly visible through his shirt too.
It actually looked really
funny to see. I'm
sure that it caught the attention of many other guys that day as well.

Finally, practice was over, and we were told to report back
tomorrow at four in the afternoon. We
were going to receive our practice clothes tomorrow as well.
I noticed a bunch of guys
dragging ass back into the locker room, obviously out of shape from the intense
workout that day. Thanks to regular
exercise, I had no problem keeping up with everyone else.
Once inside, I quickly stripped off my sweat-drenched
clothing and followed some other guys into the
showers. Wasting no time, I quickly
washed up and was out in under five minutes.
However, I still had to wait for Ryan to get
ready, as his earlier hangover was obviously beginning to catch up to him.
This gave me plenty of time to just sit there
and watch the others nonchalantly. I
watched as these jocks proudly displayed their bodies for everyone to see.

There was no shame among them.
These fine, young specimens of raw male power
were too much for my body to take. Once
again, my shorts were beginning to tent up as I began to think nasty
thoughts. I had to stop this
somehow. I needed to talk to Beth.
That would stop me from thinking this way.
In all of the years that I had been within a
locker room, this had never happened to me.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ryan dragged
himself to the bench I was sitting on.

"Let's go Ryan, I'm starving.
We really didn't eat
anything yet. Let's stop at the dining
hall and get some food before I pass out."

"Yeah dude, I am starving too.
I invited some of the guys
to come with us for dinner. They're
going to meet us there in a few minutes."

During the walk to the dining hall, we talked about the team
and lacrosse, and about what went on that day in practice.
It turns out that we both played attack in
high school, with him being left wing and me being right wing.

"Your mentor, Chris seemed to be very boring.
He didn't say much at all throughout
practice."

"Yeah, he didn't. I
still don't know anything about him.
He must just be really shy or really hung
over from the night before." There was
something rather odd about him that I knew I needed to figure out.
It was as if he was hiding something.

Dinner was great.
There were eight of us in all eating at the table, all of which being
freshmen. We spent a few hours just
sitting and bullshitting about lacrosse, where we were from, what our majors
were, and so on. I had a great
time. These guys
were completely different from the asshole jocks in my high school.
They had more on their mind than just beer
and sex. Ryan seemed to be the natural
leader of our little group. He was the
loudest guy, but made sure to include everyone in the
conversation. I was happy to just sit
back and take everything in.

We returned to our room after sitting in the dining hall for
over two hours. Classes started in the
morning, and we both decided to make it an early night.
Luckily, our first class was at 9:30, so we were able to sleep later than some of our friends.
Ryan found a classic Stallone movie on TV and decided to relax for the
rest of the night. I still hadn't talked to Beth that day, so I took my cell phone into
the hallway to give her a call. I didn't want to disturb Ryan's movie by talking though
it.

She answered the phone almost immediately.
We talked for almost two hours that night,
which was the longest amount of time I had spoken to her since I left Long
Island. She had almost a
week before classes began in Chicago.
In fact, I was the first one starting college
out of my "friends" from home. For some
unknown reason, this school started a week earlier than most.
This gave Beth another week to party and meet
people. I was envious of that!

It was almost ten when I hung up with Beth.
Ryan was still watching TV while laying in bed. After
brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I stripped down into my boxers and
laid down too.
By this time, Ryan was already watching his second movie of the
night. I looked over at his bed and
noticed that he wasn't really watching the movie.
Instead, he was staring up at the ceiling,
deep in thought. I picked up my pillow
and chucked it at him.

"Hey! You asshole,
what was that for?"

"What's up buddy? You
were zoning out. What's on your
mind?"

"Er, nothing
really.I'm
just thinking about things. A lot has
happened since moving here on Friday." I
knew exactly how he felt. I was a
different person after only two days.

"Yeah, I know what you mean.
But, I've enjoyed myself so far.
I can't wait until next weekend!"

Ryan was quiet for a few minutes and again zoned out.
He looked upset.
I could tell that he had something on his
mind that he wasn't sharing with me.

"Hey, if you need to talk about something, I'm here for
you." I was hoping that he would open up
a bit to me.

"Well, I was just thinking about last night.
I had fun at the frat party and then later on
with Jenny. I don't
know, I'm just feeling weird about having sex last night.
It wasn't really
what I had expected. I mean, I've obviously gotten off before, and have even gotten head
back home in high school, but I always pictured sex to be different.
Don't get me wrong,
it was a great feeling, but I felt like something was missing.
I don't know, maybe
all the alcohol I drank this weekend is getting to my brain.
Sorry to complain like this
to you bro. I'm a dumbass to be complaining about having sex!"

"Maybe it just felt weird because you haven't found the
right girl yet. You said yourself that
she wasn't the one for you.
You just need to keep looking.
This place is crawling with hot, horny,
single girls just waiting for you." I
know that this sounded cheesy, but it was what he needed to hear.

"Maybe your right.
My goal was to get as much ass as I
could. Next weekend will be a whole new
game."

"Just as long as I don't get sexiled from my room again all night.
I don't mind leaving for a few hours but all
night is too much."

"Don't worry, I'll be more
considerate next time. Hey, if you want,
you can even watch as I fuck a hot girl right next to you!"
Ryan said this while throwing my pillow back
at me.

"You sick pervert, you would enjoy that too much!"
I said back to him in a sarcastic
manner.